Build Me Up Buttercup!

Randy smiled against Mike's neck, kissing up his neck to his ear. "Cum for me, Mikey. I want to feel your hot, velvety walls tighten around my large length," Randy whispered seductively into his ear, feeling his own climax coming but wanting Mike to come first. He pulls back so he can see Mike's face contort in euphoria when he cums.

Mike did as he was told, giving one last heated wail of his lovers name before he came, spurting his hot white seed all over his belly, his face controlled in pleasure as he released hard, probably harder than ever.

Randy moaned as he watched Mike cum, his already tight heat becoming tighter, making it difficult for Randy to move. A few thrusts later, Randy, too, came, filling Mike to the brim. He collapsed on top of Mike, not being able told hold himself up.

Randy frowned at Mike's answer. He had been hoping Mike would tell him he liked him, that he wanted a relationship as bad as Randy did. He willed himself not to cry as the tears welled up in his eyes, but a lone tear escaped, sliding slowly down Randy's face. "Okay..." he said, looking Round for his trunks and something to clean himself off with.

Mike chewed his lip."You leaving?"He didn't wanna be alone....He didn't want Randy to go. He prayed and hoped that just maybe Randy would stay....Randy would want him for more than the quick fuck he always was...

"I um... I gotta go. I had plans with John." He looked at his watch, "About 15 minutes ago. We haven't hung out a lot lately, so we planned a dinner," Randy said, telling the truth partially. They were not going to dinner and John would be fine if they reschedualed to tomorrow, but he just couldn't stay here when Mike... when all Mike wanted was a one time thing.

"Oh well....Okay then...I guess ill see you a-around." Mike had tried so hard to keep the stutter out of his words as he was up and found his spankies. So Randy was ditching him for John....Randy didn't want him because of John?Yeah, Mike was really despising John Cena right about now.

Randy pulled on his trunks, having already cleaned himself up. "Yeah, I'll see you around, Mikey," Randy whispered walking out of the room, running into the people who gathered there. He glared at them. "Something you people need?" he snarled. They all shook their heads. "Good. Disperse." They went in all directions, frantic to get away from Randy. Him and John were the last two there. John smiled at him. "You gonna be ready soon?" he asked. Randy looked at Mike's locker room door then back to John, smiling slightly. "Yeah. Just gotta take a quick shower them change," he replied. John nodded and walked away. Randy sighed, heading to his own locker room.

Mike packed everything up, pretending that those were not warm tears streaking down his face as he cleaned up and changed. Finally he just said fuck it and sat down, putting his head in his hands. He didn't think he should feel so bad, he just had sexy with a man he was crushing over since entering the business but...Then why did it hurt so much?His heart-aching sobs filled the locker room.

Randy sighed as he sat in the restaurant with John, pushing his food around his plate, thinking about Mike. He didn't even register Cena until he kicked him in the shin. Randy hissed in pain. "Hey! What was that for?" he asked, rubbing his shin a bit. John rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a drama queen. You havent been listening to a word I've been saying. What going through that crazy head of yours, Rand?" John asked. Randy sighed. "Mike..." he said. John was the only one who knew about Randy's feelings towards the younger man. John nodded. "You guys had sex..." John trailed off. Randy just looked at him. "Rand, just ask him out! The worst he'll do us say no.""John, he just wanted sex. And I couldn't take that rejection," Randy said. John shook his head, sighing. He felt bad for his best friend. He just wanted Randy to be happy.

Mike was home, at the hotel room he was sharing with his best friend and apprentice Alex Riley. Alex could always tell when there was something wrong with Mike but tonight it was painfully obvious by the tear streaks and his puffy pink, red rimmed, teary eyes. Actually Mike was still crying, he was just curled up on his side so Alex couldn't see. Mike was now all like the cocky man he portrayed. She he could be like that when he wanted to but...Mike was sweet and soft alot of the time, he cried when he needed to and tonight he needed to. Alex didn't know if he should get up and comfort him or not. But him being Alex he just had to get up and move over to Mike's bed, laying down and pulling Mike to his chest."You okay?""N-No..." Mike sniffled."You wanna talk about it?""N-Not really.""Well lets talk anyways." Alex sighed down at the small man."Well...Me and Orton....We...fucked." He sobbed again.Alex was put off by this."I thought that would be a good thing, don't you like him?""Y-Yes! And thats why it h-hurts so much! A-All he wanted was a q-quick fuck! Once he got th-that he left..." Mike cried harder, turning and burying his head into Alex's chest.

Randy sighed as laid down on his bed, crawling under the thick comforter and savoring the warmth. Dinner had been horrible. Randy hadn't eaten or drank a thong and John insisted on paying for the whole bill. Halfway home, Randy started crying. It wasn't like Randy at all. He didn't get attached, he didn't care what people though. And he never kissed during sex. But he let his guard down tonight and paid for it. John sighed as he looked over at his friend, obvious that a new round of silent sobs escaped his body. He climbed into bed in front of Randy, pulling him toward himself. Randy put his head on Johns chest, tears instantly soaking Johns bare chest. John ran his up and down Eandys back until Randy fell asleep.

A month later Mike was feeling sick, he had felt like this for a while now but he simply passed it off as a cold but Alex was not convinced. So, today Mike was going to the doctors to see what might be wrong with him. Of coarse Alex went with him. Like always they waited for hours before Mike was seen and what the doctor did almost made Mike leave completely.The doctor handed him a pregnancy test and told him to go pee on it.Mike was against it but Alex refused to let him leave without doing it so he was forced to go into the bath room and do as the doctor instructed. The doctor took the test when Mike was done and they waited....Minutes later the doctor ran a few test and came back with big news."Mike....Your pregnant."Mike simply gaped at him, wide eyed as if he didn't understand."Come again?""Your pregnant Michael."All was silent before Alex pipped up."Who is the father?"Mike's eyes bugged as he stared at Alex in horror."Aw Fuck!"And that was why he was standing outside of Randy and John's hotel room. Alex was by his side, holding his hand as they knocked on the door.

Randy was in the shower, a nice, long, very hot shower. He stood there letting the scalding water run over his muscles. John was in the bedroom, on his laptop when there was a knock on the door. He groaned and got up, putting on a pair of shorts over his boxers. He opened the door surprised to see Mike and Alex. "Um, hey guys. What's up?" he asked, nervous after seeing the looks on the two mens faces.

John nodded as he knocked on the bathroom door, opening it and walking in."Randy? You alive in here?" he asked. "Yeah," Randy said quietly. "Um, Mike and Alex are here. Mike wants to speak with you," John said. This shocked Randy. They had barely talked at all the last few months."Um, alright. I'll be right out," he says. John nods and walks out, taking his place on his bed again."He'll be right out," he said, pulling his laptop back onto his lap.

Randy walked put of the bathroom in a towel, soaking wet. He sighed when he saw Mike on his bed. He leaned on the wall by the door to the bedroom. He looked at Mike, waiting for him to speak, trying not to cry.

Mike bottom lip jutted out as he brought his eyes up to Randy."R-Randy...."Alex looked at him, giving silent comfort and trying to help him get the words out.He couldn't seem to do it, he was afraid of the look of disconcern on Randy's face...Afraid of rejection...Afraid of having a baby alone...raising a baby alone.

Randy sighed. "Mike, please. Just tell me." Randy hated how he sounded. So worn out, so broken. He knew by now that it wasn't just a crush he had on Mike. He loved Mike. And seeing Mike right, in the way he was, his heart was breaking and he was minutes from crying. Seconds, even.